#or

He’s very pretty. For a human.” “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #love

What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst. ↗

— Stieg Larsson

#infatuation #love #love

You know,” he said, “this is why I love you so much.” Her tone was heartbreakingly warm. “What do you mean?” You don’t ask me to go inside because it’s cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#fiction #paranormal #romance #vampire #wrath

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#fallen-angels #hush-hush #love #nora-grey #patch-cipriano

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties, and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#hate #hatred #love #oral-sex #penis-sucking

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both. ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#sad #sadness #sink #someday #sorrow

There's nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over. When you do, the words get inside you, become a part of you, in a way that words in a book you've read only once can't. ↗

— Gail Carson Levine

#re-reading #reading #words #love

If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn't help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus was just as selfish as we are, or we've got to acknowledge that He commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition and then admit that we just don't want to do it. ↗

— Stephen Colbert

#christian #christian-behavior #poor #religion #selfish

Patch's eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. "Swear you'll never stop loving me," I whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#patch-cipriano #love

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#young-adult-fiction #love